Saved By The Enemy

It all happened in America. It happened to us. Charity and Joice. Our father beats us. We ran. Then, we got kidnapped.


13. I Hate You But I Still Love You


"God please, I'm only eighteen. Fucking eighteen. If you can please do something, please do it. Amen." I prayed. I just found out I was pregnant with Louis Tomlinsons child. That was a "Fuck my life" moment. I heard a knock at the door and I opened it. It was Louis.

"Harry told me to tell you that he had to run some errands out of town and will be back tomorrow, and to keep you company. So here I am!" He said quickly. I sighed and looked at the ground. He noticed.

"Sit down." He told me. I sat on the sofa and he sat next to me. I looked into his eyes and a tear slipped.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Louis Tomlinson." I said. "You are now officially the person I hate most in the world." He looked at me wide eyed.

"Why?" He asked.

"Do you remember last night?" I asked him. He nodded.

"I got wasted and I woke up in my room. Why?" He told me. 

"Well, that wasn't all that happened, because Louis Tomlinson, we both got drunk. I woke up and I threw up. My drunkness had ended hours before. Louis Tomlinson, I hate you." I said. 

"What'd I do?" He asked quickly, I glared at him.

"You, Louis Tomlinson, you had sex with me last night. You were drunk. Louis Tomlinson, I am now pregnant with your child." I said to him.

"But..." Was all he said, looking at my stomach. 

"Fuck" I said, crying hard. He hugged me and kissed my forehead. 

"Go ahead and call me a bastard then leave. Don't make me feel good!" I told him. The devil he was.

"No, I'm not going to be one of those bloody blokes who leaves the girl they got pregnant. I'm going to help you." He said, a bit protectively. I looked up at him.

"Really?" I asked. He nodded.

"Well. I need a doctor, food, and a toilet!" I said, quickly rushing to the toilet. After finishing my throw up-ing I noticed Louis in the mirror, looking at me. There was something in his eyes... Something like the look Harry gave me? No, probably not. After all, I did just put a big burden on his life. He took me into he sitting room and made me biscuits with Yorkshire tea. 

"Thanks," I said quietly, "And I've had a new idea about hating you."

"Really?" He remarked. I nodded.

"I think I love you."

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